Animals can communicate quite well. And they do. And generally speaking, they are ignored
Alice WalkerRead
The Animals of the planet are in desperate peril and they are fully aware of this. No less than human beings are doing in all parts of the world, they are seeking sanctuary.
Interpretation
Animals are aware of the dangers they face and are searching for safety, just like humans.
This quote emphasizes the urgent plight of animals on our planet, highlighting their awareness of their precarious situation. It draws a parallel between human beings and animals in their quest for survival, suggesting that both are seeking refuge from the threats they face in their environments.
In practice
In a speech on wildlife conservation, one could use this quote to underline the importance of protecting endangered species.
Animals can communicate quite well. And they do. And generally speaking, they are ignored
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